a conversation (Levi Ackerman X OC scenario)

a conversation

A/N:

The above ost goes really well with the scenario and helps create the ambience that I intended to give with my writing. You can maybe start listening to it around paragraph 4.

I wanted to make this as complex and confusing as a real-life conversation. So there's quite a lot of context present between the said words. I hope readers are able to catch it! I'm not gonna make everything in the face obvious but keep nuances like Isayama does. You can have fun reading between lines~

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I stood over my boiling pot of tea, tapping my right foot anxiously on the wooden floor. For the past five minutes, I've been standing in the kitchen, nervously biting my own lips, or idiosyncratically tapping my own nose, trying to convince myself why this was the perfect moment. I've been thinking about this for a whole month now. At present, the mess hall is empty and warm with the touch of the candlelit night, I really have to do this already.

I have been really meaning to talk to the Corporal. To just have a plain ordinary conversation. It's been three years of me being in training and I had realized I had never once had a proper conversation with him except for taking orders. I really like getting to know people and somehow, I have failed to know the most remarkable human within these walls. When even from a distance I can tell that he is such a complex and fascinating person. I really wanted to understand him better. But with the way, he presents himself it's quite obvious why all of the young cadets, including me, are intimidated by him. What intimidates me the most is not what he might say to me but what he might think of me.

Currently, he sat at one of the dining table in front of the open kitchen, reading, writing, and enjoying his late evening tea. Something he does almost regularly. Knowing the Corporal, I was aware that this was probably the worst moment for me to bother him. This was his downtime when he enjoyed solitude away from work. But this was also the only time in the day that I got to see him in a relatively calm setting. So, hey...one day out of the many I can go bother him once, right?

My plan is to slide into a conversation very naturally, make it seem spontaneous, effortless, and not anxious at all. I wanted to seem eloquent even when I am horrible at starting conversations. So, I walk towards his table and bravely sit down right across from him, with tea and my own book in hand. He doesn't bother with me at all. But I mildly panic realizing I had done it and that there was no going back. To cover up my nervousness, I take sips of my own tea and for a few minutes pretending to just enjoy the book. But even then, I manage to steal glances at him with each sip. I see him completely absorbed in his reading with his parted black hair slightly falling over his eyes. Him comfortably leaned back, holding his teacup by the rim rather than the handle. I notice how the candlelight was bouncing off his sharp nose and how it made shadows on the right side of his face. And how he looked so normal in his regular clothes, normal yet captivating as ever.

"Hello Corporal, did you have a nice day today?" I say with fake confidence and a mild smile, but he doesn't respond and keeps his eyes on his papers. I looked composed on the outside but within I was so anxious. I hoped he wouldn't notice all that and that he would take the conversation bates I was throwing.

"I see you have your tea every day here at this same hour, and coincidently so do I... I always see you here. I'm always at the back there in the shadows." I point to the tables behind him. "And for a while, I was thinking I wanted to come here, and you know, just chat with you. Although, I was a bit hesitant..."